Just messing around with Deviant ArtI have been really bad at keeping up with things here. So this year( I know it's a bit late for Resolutions) but this year I plan to make it a go. I'm going to try cross posting and all kinds of other stuff that people say i should do. So I'll be adding more stuff and hopefully talking with more people and being more active. I really love coming to look at work on Deviant art, and I think it's time I gave back more art to the world.
CrissCrossed PunchlinesCrissCrossed Punchlines6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He was giggling as he headed up the steep narrow stairs. The anticipation was going to kill someone. Hopefully, it wouldnt be him.
Beetlejuice? He demanded mockingly. What kind of bad punch line is that?
Betelgeuse smirked and lifted his shoulders in a lazy shrug. I tried for something regal like Theodore or Winchester or Bill but they all left me feeling like a used president when all I wanted was a cheap whore.
Joker would have smiled had he not been already. Nothing like a second-rate whore you can slide right into.
Look whos talking. Tell me - is it Joker or The Joker? Betelgeuse snickered. Mister Joker?
Both Jokers eyebrows rising did not halt Betelgeuse from completing his growing question and twisted thought as his eyes traveled to mans crotch.
Mrs. Joker? He asked tentatively.
Joker cut his reply short even before the first word could be spoken. In
The ChaseShe runs her fingers through her hairThe Chase7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her ragged gasps pollute the air
Gone is the poise, the queenly grace
She's caught up in a primal chase.
Her husband's close behind her still
His heart is hungry for a kill
His wife's betrayal tore his soul
And caused him to lose all control.
She stumbles on the cobbled floor
Steadies herself upon the door
Her bare feet throb with bruise and cut
She slams the door, and bars it shut.
The tears stream freely down her cheeks
Tattooing them with ugly streaks
She hears her husband rage and shout
He can't get in she can't get out.
An hour passes, more or less
Her heart slows in her heaving chest
Behind the door, silence lies thick
Should she go out? Is it a trick?
After a while, she dries her eyes
Hauls herself up on burning thighs
Unbars the door, and risks a peek
The room rings with a piercing shriek
Her husband, that once gentle Lord
Has thrown himself upon his sword
The blood flows freely from his chest
She screams, he smiles he goe
The WerewolfWith blood red fangs I release my cry,The Werewolf11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up towards the moon in the sky.
A beast of night I become,
Scaring human hunters numb.
In the forest they've lost their way,
And will not live another day.
Because their scent I have caught,
Them and the deer they just shot.
On the path now I can feel,
That I'm in for a tasty meal.
This is my forest and I rule,
My werewolf instincts my only tool.
My tongue burns for their taste,
Their bones I'll gladly turn to paste.
I'm right behind them, I can smell their fear,
Fear not my friends the end is near.
Dodging their bullets and ripping them apart,
Through their rib cage and to their heart.
All Time Low (Karkat) Those of you still living are fucking DEAD to me. I wish the honest, humble dead would be my company...All Time Low (Karkat)10 months ago in Drama More Like This
You, a Twizzler-red (that is to say "candy red") -blooded troll lay on your back in bed. You can't sleep.
The ceiling, dank grey like the iron shackles you wear on your shirt, couldn't make you feel any more claustrophobic. You're hurtling through the vast expanse of space on a meteor with hardly any clue where you're going. Your close friend, a Sylph of Space with a dress code as sharp as her fangs told you it would be a sweep and a half before all of you arrive in the human's alpha universe. AKA, in the terms of the infuriating, shades-wearing Dave Strider and the hiccuping drunk blonde Rose Lalonde: three Earth years.
Either way you say it, it's a long fucking wait and you still have one Earth year of waiting ahead of you. One Earth year of keeping Strider from doodling dicks and buckets in V
Karkat X reader pt 6The indigo blood walked near her human captives, the dirt brushing her feet, they'd stop to make camp. She so enjoyed the whimpers of pain and terror when she walked. Her stance seemed to straighten up even more at those noises. For fun she walked over to one of the cages letting her nails run across the metal causing a high screeching noise. Everyone flinched at the sound, save for dave who's eye merely twitched. He looked at John who was reaching for a sharp looking stick to cut some bright blue clothes. A trail for _______ to follow, the tracks were deep but it wouldn't really be enough to make sure it was them. The troll lightly shook the cage causing people to squeak in terror.Karkat X reader pt 61 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So not cool." Dave spoke staring eye to eye with the she troll.
"YOU shOUldn't lOck EYEs wIth YOUr sUpEriOrs. dId YOUr lUsUs tEAch YOU nOthIng?" she snarled.
"When you find a superior let me know." He replied keeping a blank face.
She growled and reached forwards, yanking him to the bars, " I'd wAtch
Karkat X reader pt 7You kept walking quickly following the wagon trails. So close! They were maybe a half days away, less even the tracks were getting deeper. You could get there if you could run a little bit more. If you could just get there, you were so close you could taste it. With an over amount of joy you barely heard the troll trying to catch up to your fast pace.Karkat X reader pt 71 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"_______! _______! SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! " he stumbled a bit, causing you to turn around.
"Hurry up! We're almost there!" You turned around to excited to see him stop and catch his breath.
You noticed the halted footsteps and stopped, turning to see Karkat panting. With a smirk you walked over and crossed your arms.
"What's wrong, did all the spoiling at the caravan make you a little out of shape?" you giggled when he let out a breathy growl, it held no real threat.
"I JUST NEED A GOG DAMN BREAK.” He panted holding his arm to his ribs.
You suddenly became very aware of where his gash was and now saw he was covering it. You walked over
Marshall Lee x Sexy Werewolf! Reader!Ok my peeps this story characters will include Marceline, Finn, Fionna, Jake, Cake, PG, PB, Marshall Lee ( no duh), and YOUUUUU! ( because you are special).Marshall Lee x Sexy Werewolf! Reader!2 years ago in Drama More Like This
So lets get this story started
It all happened when you were born out of your dad's anus jkjkjkjkjk. Now for the real beginning leggo!! Also if the writing is in Italic its your thoughts ok? ok
Tiny Trolls Karkat X Reader CH 2You woke up to find Sollux on a laptop his size and Karkat still asleep.Tiny Trolls Karkat X Reader CH 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“What are you doing there Sollux?” He jumped a little.
“Coding.” He said shortly, not seeming particularly interested in you at all. There was a pause. Karkat stirred and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
“Look who’s up.” You say and smile at him.
“It’s too early for this shit.” He complained then flopped back down. You laughed a little.
“I’m going to get you guys something to eat then I’ve got to get to work.”
“I hope by get to work you mean clean this pathetic excuse for a hive and not that meaningless bout of wasted time you go too three times a week that you claim is your job.” Karkat said grumpily from his bed.
“My house is perfectly fine Karkat and yes I was referring to my job.” I said. After a moment Sollux spoke.
“2o, what’2 for breakfa2t?”
“Wow, nice way to break the tension Captor.
The Joker.The Joker.The Joker.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling down again,
Like a silly clown,
Laughing it off,
Having my make up on,
Showing only this mask,
Feeling like a toy,
Who only lives for the people around it.
Such a scary place........
Such a funny wonderland of cruelty....
Such a loving hurtful way to gasp your last breath of life.....
Honesty is a way to go,
To the ones you love and hate,
Lies is a way to show,
The distrust you have for the world.
While i am like a Joker,
Always playing my cards wrong or right,
Humming only to my own tune,
Laughing A evil cackle,
Fighting With My own Batman.
Decaying like an open wound,
Is my face,
Having fun killing those i displace from the world.
Like my card,
Such a freak,
Such a lie,
Only showing to those inside,
Hope you have fun,
Playing the games,
I set up.
Play.... Play Little Dolls.
"I am The Joker....."
Spyro: Dawn of Light, Ch.1SPYRO: DAWN OF LIGHTSpyro: Dawn of Light, Ch.17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Stand still ugly purple lizard! STAND STILL!!"
Hollering laughter filled the garden where Spyro and Gnasty Gnorc were once again duking it out. Spyro fell to the ground, pounding the grass with his paw and turning red in the face as he laughed. Had Gnasty been smarter, he might've used this chance to club Spyro, but he just stood there wondering what was so funny.
"So-ho So I'm ugly now?!" Spyro laughed. "Who's the one that broke the garden mirror when he passed it?"
The lumbering green Gnorc roared and threw his club at Spyro, and the purple dragon jumped to the side and spat a fireball at the hideous green giant, and then finally beat him with a solid skull-bash.
"I'll be back and I will KILL you!!" Gnasty yelled, and fell over and disappeared in a puff of small sparks and smoke. The gems he'd been carrying appeared on the ground, and Spyro whistled a little tune to himself as he picked them up and
Survival -wolf tf-SurvivalSurvival -wolf tf-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The beginning... It's so hard to think, so hard to recall what life was like before... but, I must remember. I must always remember.
It was Tuesday morning, 7 AM. Way earlier than any normal teenager on summer break would be up at. But, my parents being my parents, insisted that we get on the road early so we could get the four hour drive from Banff to Jasper National Park out of the way. We'd been on the road a few days, staying over night in camp grounds and cheap motels when it rained, so I was completely stoked on arriving at our destination and having a few days of downtime in the woods.
The drive was a blur of blasting punk rock on my ipod while staring out the window and trying to sleep to the rumbling of our ancient ford explorer. Either way, the thick green forest that blurred by was strangely beautiful. It's not like it was anything new though. Living in western Canada, I'd kinda gotten to know the forest quite well, but something about this section of highway
Shallow WaterIt was just a little kiddie pool in the backyard, unlovely pink-and-yellow plastic under the hot summer sun. But on those nights when Mom came home from the swing shift tired and met Daddy sitting in the kitchen angry, it was Amy’s only sanctuary.Shallow Water2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She wasn’t a sound sleeper. Her parents still talked about how it had taken her infant self six months to sleep more than two or three hours at a time. During the school year, when her life was full of classes and friends and sports, it was easier to drop off, but summer nights were always more difficult. They were hotter, for one thing, and the long, indolent, inactive days often left her feeling too tired to sleep.
But mostly, it was because her parents had their arguments at night, right when Mom got back from the station. Daddy would send Amy to bed -- or at least her room, to pretend to sleep -- hours before. Then he would wait, sitting at the kitchen table and facing the door like a judge, hands folded in front of him
The Witches FamiliarThe Witches FamiliarThe Witches Familiar4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Boy into Wolf)
Miranda walked down the busy street. Children scampered about in their costumes, happily hauling bags of candy. "So cute." She thought to herself as she watched them, scanning the streets for someone about her age. Miranda was a witch, a good witch, but a witch none the less. As she continued to walk down the street, giggling every now and then when the children attempted to scare her, she smile suddenly when she saw a young man walking rather quickly towards an alley. "Perfect." She whispered.
Danny hurried down an alley, knowing it was a shortcut to the house party. "This better be worth the walk." He thought bitterly as he walked. The winds seemed to stop blowing and all the laughter of children seemed to fade farther and farther away.
Danny froze and turned around to see a young woman standing a few feet away from him. "Wh what do you want?" He stuttered, trying to disguise the surprise in his voice.
"Danny" The woman said again.
I Can Only Sell MyselfI am but a pen,I Can Only Sell Myself2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not even a sword.
I have naught but words,
No skill may I afford.
Truly it is sad,
That it has come to this.
But if you are in need of writing,
Then let my words bring you bliss.
So tell me, what would you have me write tonight?
For the Love of Joker 8For the Love of Joker 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I lay in bed, finally back to where it all started.
The phone call that changed my life.
How only five hours could change my life; is a mystery to me.
In hour one; I was encountered by my best friend; stumblingly drunk, and hopelessly in love.
In hour two; I had my first face-to-face encounter with the infamous Batman, and got to ride in his legendary car- if you could even call it a car, I think "super-epic-tank-type-vehicle" is more appropriate of a term than "car".
In hour three; I met my first real crazy person, and also someone that-much to my chagrin- can make me have major emotional pitfalls; and also make me blush like a mad person. The even more insane thing was that- those two scenarios came from the same person
In hour four; I entered my office, much like any other morning, but this time, a gift was awaiting me; but this gift was not one that I liked, nor one that I desired to keep- but a part of me, though small, desperately did wanted to keep it.
The Start Of The Joke Chapters 1-2Chapter 1:The Start Of The Joke Chapters 1-23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Harley’s Point Of View
I woke up to the sound of people whispering. What’s going on? All I remember is Mommy and Daddy was about to get on stage to perform and I was falling asleep in the back. Daddy gave me a kiss on my head and said he would be back. Now I’m here. I lift up my head and open my eyes. I yawn then rub my sleepy eyes with my little hands and look around. There was about five kids and a lady. I was inside some place and there was kids outside. The lady smiles at me.
“Hello there, my name is Suzy. What is your name honey?”
“Where Mommy and Daddy?” I ask.
“Honey they died during one of their acrobatic acts. It happened while you were sleeping.” She looked sad.
“Uh, your father was decapitated and your mother was shot.” I didn’t know what decapitated means but I think it’s bad. The nice lady pulls me in her arms. I cry. “Sweetie what is your name?”
Taks poem to Zim longerversionTak's Poem To Zim (My longer Version)Taks poem to Zim longerversion8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For longer than i can remember
I've been looking for someone like you
Someone with a head like yours and a torso too
Birds sing and your gonna pay
Because I remember how you ruined my life to this very day
Don't concider this a happy reunion
I'm here to take what's mine and leave you in ruin
For you see, because of you, I was sent to planet dirt
Now that I've found you I'm gonna make you hurt
No longer will I cry over my petty loss
I will make you suffer
Here's a meat covered in barbecue sauce
Into the DenInto the DenInto the Den6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Traversing the northern forests in the early spring was never an easy task, and were it not for the rewards, Richard Farns would never brave the cold and long hikes. He cursed under breath that stirred the air with a fine mist, angry that his quarry this year was a much longer hike from civilization than the previous years had been. Those had been much easier, quickly moving in and taking his prize, then getting back to the warm comforts of the cabin with it's large fireplace and central heating. This time seemed to be plagued with bad luck, from being stranded at the airport for days because of a freak storm, to spraining an ankle hiking to the cabin, the thoughts of cold hard cash the only thing egging him on.
He stopped to rest against a large oak, setting down his equipment before rubbing his gloved hands together to try to warm them up a bit, and shaking some still present snow from his coat and woolen cap. His equipment was rather heavy for a hike, and he was left to
For the Love of JokerFor the Love of Joker3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A/N- The 400(ish) words long piece of literature in between these symbols: -*- is written in third person, omniscient, while the rest of the story is written in first person that bounces around between the main cast. This is here just to make sure you don’t get confused!
A pair of green eyes scanned the pictures in a therapist directory, flipping through page after page, staring at picture after picture- waiting to detect the perfect subject.
When suddenly the man stopped, and stabbed his finger in the middle of a page towards the end of the book.
“I want her!” He commanded at the other man in the room.
“I'm sorry, but she only handles patient paperwork and those sorts of things. She doesn't deal with high-class criminals, like yourself.” The opposite man quipped in a monotonic, English, accent.
“I don't care. I won't talk to anyone but her.”
“Why her?” The English man scratched at his chin.
“Don't psycho-analyze me,
For the Love of Joker 3For the Love of Joker 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
3. I Wanna Be Free~
~I Wanna Be Free, I Wanna Be Loved
I Wanna Be More Than You're Thinking Of
Everything Seems To Be Estranged When You’re Alone...
One Day I'll Stop Keeping Track
And Give Myself Time To React
-Panic! at the Disco (I Wanna Be Free)
The doe-eyed child stared, slack-jawed, back at me.
I wondered idly what she would look like with white face paint over her porcelain face, a diamond pattern decorating her attire that, naturally, clung to her perfect skin.
I sit back in my chair and tap my toe, feigning impatience.
"I'm a-waiting doll-face." I arch my eyebrow again, letting my eyes turn dark and cold. I was tired of this game already. I only put the effort into warmth because she was pleasing me with her wonderful naivety. But now, I shook my head internally. This may not be worth the effort after all.
"Mister Joker, my name is Doctor H. Quinzel. I am here to help you," she sauntered over to the table and slammed her hands down on the table.
The Master Chief FactsThe Master Chief Facts8 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Master Chief Facts
- The number 117 isn't just Master Chief's identification, it's the length of his penis... in yards.
- There is no energy shield. Projectiles just stop before hitting the Chief.
- Master Chief doesn't need weapons to kill things, the weapons need Master Chief
- The Spartan Mark V armor actually broke because it couldn't contain Master Chief's awesomeness.
- If the marines just stay out of his way, Master Chief can finish the entire Halo story before you can say 'Halo'.
- The Chief did scare some Elites. So much that even their armor colors turned white, that's why there are white armored Elites.
- Microsoft doesn't own Master Chief. On the contrary, the Master Chief owns Microsoft.
- Master Chief's voice has the power to give women orgasms. The helmet he wears merely keeps that from happening.
- There are no Hackers, Modders, Glitchers, and Cheaters. You losers were playing against the Master Chief and he's a better player than you.
- Gordon Freeman sleeps in Mas
Through the Wall (Karkat x Reader) 1/2A faux wail broke through the silence of my apartment. I felt like screaming as loud sobbing kept me from sleeping for the third night in a row. The paper thin wall of my apartment did little to stop the noise from filtering into my bedroom. Slowly, I pried my eyes open to look at the clock.Through the Wall (Karkat x Reader) 1/21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
My fingers twitched as some crappy popular love song from two years ago started blaring. Rather than screaming and waking up my own neighbors, I tossed onto my side and tried to block out the racket with a pillow. I couldn’t make out the words, but the droning sounds were still identifiable enough to be a nuisance. Despite the noise from my neighbor’s room, I gradually felt myself succumbing to sleep. My muscles relaxed slowly and I focused on my own breathing, rather than the voices.
It worked, until the noise became even louder than before.